The skyline memorized and laid out upon the interiors of my eyelids as I sleep. Holding words close of landscapes unfurling. I can't stand a view of blank words. A crush developed on the words that I can do something that makes her matter, but her fate is sealed with a letter lined in blood; so here I am replacing those words with meanings like a shawl. "We are doomed”. Barking like a dog at the structures rising. Permanence a pinprick shy of reality. Her body is sacred but I'm a deviant. Scouring resources to develop an image of what we call beautiful. A flurry of hands waving over an island. Waters traversed like the artery's tributaries. Our bodies covered in her sweet sultry blood. We must concern ourselves with bare bones & bare beauty.